Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in area
About to cause hysteria

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
and braver, I pull a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
I'm a perform a show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's

halftime

It's like that, you know it's that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could back
So I react never on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit more than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too to grab the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more than in the slave ships
I to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, the real rap comes at halftime

halftime

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
Cause it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra I can't feed
extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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